Molly softly denied, "I just knew Ocelotte in the past." Blake sighed lightly, "Even if it was just a brief encounter, it's still very useful." He had seen it clearly just now.Obviously, Molly was someone close to Ocelotte, and his possessiveness was undeniable. As soon as he arrived, he was subtly jealous. Blake would have to tell Brody when she got back to make sure no scandals arose during their collaboration with Molly, or things could get difficult in the future. At that moment, Molly's phone buzzed. She picked it up and saw a message from Ocelotte. "Wait for me at the hotel later."Molly quietly looked at the few words on the screen. Simple as they were, the hierarchy between them was vividly reflected in those characters. Molly wasn’t angry; instead, she obediently replied with a "Okay." On the other side, Ocelotte leaned back in his office chair, his body gently turning. When his phone received the message, he couldn't help but smile faintly.…It was 8:
Molly stood frozen. For a long time, she couldn't process what was happening. She didn't understand why Ocelotte was angry. She wondered if he liked her to dress more seductively. She quickly put down the utensils in her hands and cautiously said, "Then I'll go change." "Go change." Ocelotte's voice was strained, carrying an indescribable grimness. Molly hurried into the bedroom's walk-in closet. Since Ocelotte had booked this place for three months, she often came to serve him and had brought a few outfits for herself. Now, seeing Ocelotte upset, she took off the floral long dress and changed into a black off-shoulder mini dress…However, when Molly finished changing, she suddenly froze. Then, she started breathing heavily. She desperately wanted a cigarette, thinking it would help calm her anxious emotions. Yes, she needed a cigarette. Molly shakily took a cigarette from her bag, leaned against the wardrobe, lit it, and took a deep drag. Only when the nicotine
Molly longed for sincerity, but Ocelotte’s sincerity could only be given once. He had made it abundantly clear—they were now in a mutually consensual relationship. If she couldn’t handle it, she had to leave immediately. But Molly couldn’t bear to leave. This conversation, however, was a rare opportunity. She didn’t want to let it slip away, so she turned her head and focused on Ocelotte. “Then, is there anything else you want?” The gray Cullinan cruised through the night, its body repeatedly leaving streetlights behind. Amid this repetitive rhythm, Ocelotte’s voice slowly broke the silence. “I’ve already said, there won’t be anything between us except sleeping together.” “I know.” Molly’s voice was soft, almost inaudible. After that, she turned her face to the side, gazing at the night scenery outside the car window. The car was quiet; neither of them spoke again, but an undercurrent of subtle tension lingered in the air. When the car slowed to a stop at the red li
Ocelotte waited patiently as Molly’s grandmother greeted him with warmth. The old lady held onto Ocelotte’s hand, her fingers trailing up along his arm. To everyone’s surprise, Ocelotte cooperated fully, letting her inspect him as she pleased. Roselyn was watching from the side, and she couldn’t help but marvel at him. What a strikingly handsome man! Tall with long legs, refined features exuding an air of nobility, and even his clothes looked impeccable. Molly must have been blessed by the heavens to end up with someone like him. After feeling her way to his face, the old lady couldn’t stop praising him. “Just as Molly described—so handsome, such fine features.” Her eyes crinkled into a smile. Though her blind eyes had been dry for years, at this moment, it felt as though they held an entire galaxy of light. She even invited Ocelotte to come upstairs and sit for a while. Molly hurriedly interjected, “Grandma, he’s busy.” But to her astonishment, Ocelotte agreed. He
In the quiet of the night, Ocelotte asked himself if he could forgive Molly. Forgive her, rekindle their relationship, and live a life together forever. He couldn’t do it. Even though he now knew of her feelings, it was like picking sugar from poison. Even if he still had some feelings for her, that kind of feeling would fade away with time. Once he had a wife, his time and energy would go into his wife and children, and his obsession with Molly would slowly disappear. But deep down, Ocelotte felt a shift. He was no longer as cold and indifferent as before.…A week later, Molly shot a commercial for Fowlerlotte Tech Co.’s endorsement.Brody was more professional and approachable than she had expected. Perhaps he had listened to her agent’s advice, as when he worked with Molly on set, he kept a respectful distance. Despite this, Ocelotte still felt the interaction was too intimate.There were countless takes, and the director was about to lose his patience. Did the b
Ocelotte turned his head to look at her, his deep black eyes seeming to pierce through her. After a long pause, he finally said in a hoarse voice, "And what about you? Why do you smoke?"Molly whispered, "I won't do it anymore."But Ocelotte didn’t seem to believe her—or maybe he just didn’t care. In this reunion, the only one who had truly cared all along was Molly. Without another word, Ocelotte stepped on the accelerator. Molly thought he would take her to a hotel, but to her surprise, he drove her to a penthouse near the company. The place was spacious, about 2100 square feet, and the decor was luxurious, every detail exuding wealth and elegance. Molly hesitated at the door, unable to step inside. She stood at the door, and her fingers tightened slightly around the strap of her bag as she processed his words. This apartment was specifically prepared for them to meet. A place away from the transient coldness of hotel suites, a space that felt more grounded, more intima
Molly couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud. She didn’t even dare look into Ocelotte’s eyes, resting her face against the crook of his shoulder and murmuring softly, “You know.” Ocelotte tilted his head, trying to kiss her. She dodged a few times but ultimately couldn’t avoid him. Ocelotte, of course, got his way. A man in his prime could be overwhelming, but Molly couldn’t fully let go. On one hand, she felt sorry for him; on the other, she worried something might go wrong. Throughout, her delicate brows were knitted tightly, her expression one of nervous apprehension. Ocelotte looked down at her from above, his gaze filled with an unusual light. This was the gentlest and most considerate encounter since their reunion. Afterward, the two lay quietly in each other’s arms, their bodies damp with sweat. It was only after a long while that Molly spoke softly, “You should get up and rinse off. I’ll go serve the porridge… after what just happened, you still need to
Molly's face was pale. The young lady took the flowers from her hands, sniffed them carefully, then turned around and cheerfully said to Ocelotte, "It's my favorite purple bellflower. How did you know?"The young lady's tone was warm, clearly indicating that she and Ocelotte had known each other for some time. Molly felt extremely embarrassed. She didn't have the courage or the face to stay any longer. If she stayed even one more second, she would suffocate. She hesitantly said, "The flowers are delivered. I'll leave now."The young lady thanked Molly and smiled sweetly.Molly walked away quickly. Molly didn't dare to let her tears fall until she was in the elevator. She knew in her heart that there would be a new mistress here, and she would never step inside again. She also wouldn’t allow herself to ruin someone else’s happiness.The red numbers in the elevator kept counting down.Soon, the elevator reached the first floor, and the doors opened with a "Ding." Molly was about